"I don't want to."
My voice came out low. I glanced nervously at the windows. They were tinted, sure, but the thought of someone catching a glimpse through the windshield made my heartbeat faster against my ribs. And besides...
"My back still hurts, you know."
I knew Elara was bold, but the memories were still fresh in the back of my mind. Every time I moved, a dull ache reminded me of exactly what had happened. Every time I closed my eyes, my body jerked from the aftereffects of her.
"Really?" Elara's face softened into a concern, followed by a slow, reassuring nod. "Alright. I'll massage it for you."
She opened her arms in an invitation with a smile. They say the drugs were addictive, but looking at her, I wondered about the woman herself.
I hesitated before the click of my seatbelt sounded in the quiet car. Moving slowly, wincing as the muscles in my lower back ached, I climbed over the divider and onto her lap.
